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How to boogie your way back into each other’s arms

Fights over the washing up. TV on separate sofas. After a year cooped up, LINDA KELSEY braved an embarrassi­ng — but surprising­ly effective — way of banishing the bitterness...

- by Linda Kelsey ContaCt Dr Dance at peterlovat­t.com. the Dance Cure by Dr Peter Lovatt (£12.99, Short Books).

Lon a wide range of human characteri­stics. These include our social relationsh­ips, thinking and problem-solving, as well as how movement and dance can help us to communicat­e emotionall­y or unblock emotions within us.

He also investigat­es the impact of movement on us physically, how it affects everything from hormones to our ability to withstand pain.

Working with people with Parkinson’s disease, for example, he observed how dancing can help sufferers with both their physical and cognitive symptoms.

OYINg fully dressed on my bed in the middle of the day, eyes closed, Donna Summer’s 1970s disco hit I Feel Love blasting through my headphones, is an unexpected consequenc­e of life in lockdown.

But here I am, 68 years old, doing ‘homework’ set under the genial direction of one Peter Lovatt, otherwise known as Dr Dance.

The goal of my homework, being executed from a prone position, is to ‘find my groove’ and report back to Dr Dance when we next meet on Zoom. Will I get a gold star if I do find my groove, I wonder. Or will this g-spot prove as elusive as the one we are all more familiar with?

I open one eye (this is cheating) and spy my partner, Ronny, lying on the chaise longue beneath the window in our bedroom. He, too, has his ear pieces in, listening to music of his own choosing, head bobbing, a smile on his face.

How we came to enrol ourselves on The Dance Cure programme, as it is called, is a tale that will be familiar to many couples in lockdown. You and your partner may have vowed to love one another for as long as you both shall live, but that doesn’t mean your relationsh­ip hasn’t been sorely tested by a year of seemingly endless separation from family and friends, and way too much other half proximity.

The first lockdown was pleasant enough. There were glorious sunny days when we could be outdoors for hours at a stretch, and balmy evenings for entertaini­ng up to six at a distance in the garden.

Ronny, a 66-year-old osteopath, was anxious about not earning money — I carried on as usual working as a freelance writer — but we counted ourselves lucky to be living in comfortabl­e circumstan­ces and managed to be cheery enough around one another.

Over time, though, the petty irritation­s mounted and, by this third lockdown, we were spending more time snapping than chatting.

A touchy-feely couple as a rule, we were avoiding our usual, easy intimacy and, instead, resentment began to set in, with rows breaking out over the most trivial things.

A three-day battle was fought over the washing-up. I carped that when he did it, the mugs remained teastained. I sneaked the mugs into the dishwasher; he surreptiti­ously took them out, telling me it wasn’t worth putting on when he could do it by hand. And so it went on until we were having several spats a day, squabbling over everything from where best to go walking to who left the lights on.

One evening, Ronny suggested we put on some music and dance in the kitchen to lighten things up. I said I wasn’t in the mood. He said he wasn’t either, come to think of it.

THAT night I couldn’t sleep. I remembered how much fun Ronny and I used to have in the early days of our 12-year relationsh­ip — dancing included — and realised we needed to break a pattern.

What we desperatel­y wanted was some joy and laughter to get us through the difficult months ahead. We weren’t at the stage where we needed couples counsellin­g, but we did need something.

And so we find ourselves meeting Dr Dance on Zoom for three taster sessions of his programme.

SESSION ONE: CHART YOUR ROMANCE THROUGH DANCE

I’ve read his book, The Dance Cure, in advance. Billed as ‘The Surprising Science to Being Smarter, Stronger, Happier’, it turns out that Peter Lovatt is neither a dance therapist nor a psychother­apist, but a former profession­al dancer and now professor of dance psychology at the Royal Ballet School, and co-founder of the Movement in Practice Academy.

At first glance, 50-something Dr Dance, decked out in large spectacles, smart-casual white shirt and dark trousers, with unruly lockdown locks, looks more of an academic than a dancer. But that impression changes as soon as he starts to move with a gleeful lack of inhibition and a natural sense of rhythm.

The aim of our sessions, he explains, is to see how we can use dance to have an impact on our relationsh­ip. He has spent the past 20 years in university laboratori­es working to understand the impacts of movement uR first task is to tackle the Doctor Dance Lifeline. This is a simple tool to find out the role of dance in our lives, and whether it has been used positively or negatively.

All that’s needed to get started is a piece of paper and some coloured pencils on which we map along a central timeline significan­t ‘dance moments’ in our lives and whether they were good or bad experience­s.

Ronny and I end up talking about the first time, several months into our relationsh­ip, we got to dance together properly at a friend’s 60th birthday party. The music was irresistib­le and the champagne glasses were filled over and over again.

I say how I have never regarded myself as a natural, but that dancing, an approximat­ion of a jive with Ronny who’s far better than me, made me feel energised and at ease.

It was a pivotal moment for me. There was the chemistry, for sure, but it symbolised something more.

Here I was, in my mid-50s, single after the breakdown of a 23-year relationsh­ip, feeling youthful, happy and exuberant as I danced with this special man in what felt like perfect synchronic­ity.

I’m not saying it would have passed muster with the Strictly judges, but it seemed to say something about how the two of us were together.

It was a special moment for Ronny, too, who put it: ‘I realised I can bring the dance out in her. It really delighted me that I could make her dance and that she could dance.’

So dancing became something that connected us emotionall­y, but we had lost it over the years and wondered if we could get it back.

Now it’s time to get moving, as Dr Dance puts us through our paces.

We are up on our feet, feeling some

what silly, as Dr Dance leaps from his desk chair — all on-screen, of course — and starts urging us to follow his warm-up routine of shoulder rolls and hip wriggles.

We mark the routine with him several times without music, then he crosses to his sound system and starts playing Stevie Wonder’s Sir Duke. I try to forget it’s the middle of the day and that we are dancing dementedly to the instructio­ns of this stranger in cyberspace (Norfolk, actually), and remind myself I have nothing to lose except my inhibition­s.

Breathless and laughing, we sit back down again.

Two bits of homework: one individual­ly to map our Dance Lifeline over each decade of our lives, and then share it, and the second to try our routine on three occasions, choosing three different pieces of music. That night we give it a go. I choose Wilson Pickett’s In The Midnight Hour, Ronny selects the Malian musician Habib Koité and together we choose Sade’s Hang On To Your Love. Ronny hates learning the routine, while I am happy to do it until we’ve got it right.

This could be a flashpoint for another row, but despite Ronny’s frustratio­n, we’re both in a much better mood. Later, we lark around to some music for the first time in months. Then we watch TV. We have two sofas and, lately, we’ve been sitting separately. Ronny moves to curl up with me.

SESSION TWO: GET YOUR GROOVE BACK

A FEW days later, we share our Dance Lifeline discoverie­s with Dr Dance. It’s a poignant exercise for me. I remember how I loved ballet classes as a child and how my mother thought I’d be better off concentrat­ing on my studies than planning my future as a ballerina. (She was right).

I recalled the glamorous parties my parents used to have, the women in cocktail frocks and jewellery and the marks their heels made on the parquet floor.

The movie musicals I watched over and over, from Singing In The Rain to Dirty Dancing, in which I always imagined myself as the heroine (still do, in truth).

The time my parents came home from a nightclub in the 1960s where they learned The Twist and taught my sister and I how to do it. The jiving and Saturday night discos with me in hotpants.

Dance has played a much bigger part in my life than I’d realised, even though I always saw myself as someone who was more of a spectator. The whole exercise made me feel quite emotional. I was missing dance but, in an odd way, I was also missing Ronny.

For him, it also provoked poignant memories. He too, went to ballet classes as a small boy, dropping out on believing it wasn’t a ‘manly thing to do’.

Then, as a teenager, he recalled asking girls to dance and being rejected, a common experience that often puts men off for life.

It was only when he started going to salsa classes in his 40s that he gained the confidence to improvise without being horribly self-conscious.

Dr Dance explains how the routine he set was designed to see how we respond to structured versus freestyle movement. For some, a choreograp­hed routine is more comfortabl­e, while many freeze at the thought of being judged for the way they move.

NExT Dr Dance talks about finding our groove. He couches it in scientific terms, describing the neurologic­al mechanism known as sensory-motor coupling, whereby our senses give us the urge to move. A good example of this is the startle reflex provoked by a sudden noise.

For our next homework we are seeking our personal groove, noticing what makes us want to move and how parts of our body instinctiv­ely respond. Dr Dance suggests we each choose three further pieces of music and listen to them lying on the bed.

By the time I get to my third piece, Bob Marley’s Jammin’, eyes still closed, still lying flat, the blissed-out smile on my face signals I have found my groove.

That evening, Ronny and I dance again. I feel more attuned to the beat of the music, less consciousl­y aware of my movements. We are neither touching nor mirroring one another, and yet we sense something flowing between us.

For a while, we forget Covid and allow ourselves to be happy.

SESSION THREE: KEEP IN STEP TOGETHER

I TELL Dr Dance how freeing I am finding his exercises. How, the more lost in the music and movement I become, the less I feel like a 68-year-old woman and the more like the young girl I was.

Ronny and I both agree we’ve been less grumpy and kinder to one another, more physical and playful with one another. Dancing every evening together was something to look forward to.

Ronny and I approached The Dance Cure with equal enthusiasm, but I’m aware that in many couples one partner (usually the woman) loves to dance, and the other (usually the man) can’t be doing with it. Dr Dance agrees you can’t drag someone screaming and kicking, but he also cites reluctant rugby players he has converted to the joys of dance.

We leave the final session with more homework, encouragem­ent to start a journal and a prescripti­on for further dance medicine.

Dr Dance says that if we want to take things further he’d recommend we have a go at Argentinia­n Tango to encourage intimacy or Swing Dancing for youthful zest and fun. Maybe we will.

A further week down the line we are still dancing together every evening — and still getting on much better than before.

Dancing has allowed a bit of light back into our relationsh­ip. In these dark times, I can’t think of a more effective medicine.

 ??  ?? Two to tango: Dancing got Linda and Ronny back in step together
Two to tango: Dancing got Linda and Ronny back in step together

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